What a terrible tragedy. If you are in Australia, you have probably heard about the drowning, but if not, check the tale out here. To lose a child or partner must be devastating. To lose two children and your partner simultaneously is unimaginable. When I first heard the story, I was all ready to sheet some blame to the father, but apart from him taking them there instead of wrapping them in cotton wool, there is no blame to put on anyone. It is just one of those things.
Of course it is not unknown. Essendon airport plane crash and Port Arthur shooting immediately come to mind.
Once again the Highrise is pondering the death of someone close and the complications that ensue. But daily I live in terror of anything happening to Little Jo. I see sense in having lots of children, lest something happen to one or more of them.
I/we were a bit sceptical when Sister announced she was going to have a baby. God, what sort of mother will she make? But she and the Bone Doctor are marvellous mothers with a child so spoilt by love, I feel sad for any child who does not even have half as much. Don't worry though, her life will not always be so great with two mummies and no daddy.
But it is not all about me for a change. How that poor woman in NSW can go on, I cannot possibly imagine. My heart goes out to her.